Hey, Mr. PresidentAll your congressmen tooYou got me frustratedAnd I don't know what to doI'm trying to make a livingI can't save a centIt takes all of my moneyJust to eat and pay my rentI got the bluesGot those inflation bluesYou know, I'm not one of those high browsI'm average Joe to youI came up eating cornbreadCandied yams and chicken stewNow you take that paper dollarIt?s only that in nameThe way that buck has shrunkIt?s a lowdown dirty shamethat's why I got the bluesGot those inflation blues'Cause I haveMr. President, please cut the price of sugarI wanna make my coffee sweetI wanna smear some butter on my breadAnd I just got to have my meatWhen you start rationingYou really played the gameAnd things are going up and up and up and upAnd my check remains the samethat's why I got the bluesGot those inflation blues